Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came this world
At the of a holy woman in a holy place
He a red coat and walked a bulldog
Saw them in the mirror of the lakes

Lived in the of the mountains
the smells of disinfectant
Dusty old leather and the polished of his bed

No more than a baby feeding on the river
Holding the hands of his
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's

And his on the other side of the world
On the railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home from abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far eyes

The smell of the wax on the wooden
Mixture of and soap
No children to fear or to play
Rows of empty hooks for the

An piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just he was born
Remind him of before he was breathing
Strange misty of God

Turn the cities into families, into of souls
in the air while they're sleeping
With houses invisible
to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

And ever I was a boy
I never felt that I
Like they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
In which direction would I
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

Or would I it back at them
And not get up in their rules?
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the truths
It was to take some time
Thirty five down the line

The wisdom of each passing
Seems to only to confuse
Seems to only to confuse

Daddy out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he worked on a coal mine for National Service
So he could be around

was a magical purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph
And a warmth of oil and and the thrill
Of the hard holding tight

From the horizon came home from the to the mine
From the horizon to buried
Took his dream
Buried his treasure in his faraway

And one day as the boy lay
In the sunshine of a remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no aim and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had

Came down out of the sky, him in the face
Again and again, pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous Jesus like chosen
Something with no brain, blue
It's again, it's happening again

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, table
Flying fish, banana spiders, pots of

And the sun on the
like an ember thrown to deep water
From to black
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

The blue pain fades to a
Where it doesn't fade, it stayed
And stirred his red heart to this strange engine
This love, this

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

love, this blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I understand
That knows no and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last time and
And bleeds and for you

And lies and is to
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is true and
Is true